But the next second, the uniformed youth's hand suddenly went numb, and he involuntarily let go of the gun.
In an instant, the firearm was in Si Fuqing's hands.
Her movements were too fast for the other seven uniformed youths to react.
By the time they regained their senses, their guns had disappeared.
"Crack, crack, crack."
Si Fuqing squeezed the guns as if they were coke cans, crushing them.
Until all the firearms were reduced to scrap metal.
With a serious expression, she spoke in a tone laden with significance, under the increasingly frozen gaze of everyone around, "Such dangerous things should not be played with; they can cause accidents. This is how they should be dealt with."
The eight uniformed youths were horrified, "You...!"
Was this something a human could do?!
Zuo Tianfeng watched in disbelief as Si Fuqing discarded the crushed firearms into a trash bin as if they were rubbish.